In a state of finding comfort in familiar places
That I know the sadness is only temporary
It comes and it goes
Like the weather in the summer

When the wind decides to move, I look up to the sky
And think: At least we look at the same Moon
At least we look at the same Moon
The one of many ways that I can think of you

The irony of looking up to something
Or even just somebody
Can't put the face onto the name
That I don't even know
The half of what you had
I had a dad that didn't know

But we both looked at the sky and thought
At least we look at the same Moon
At least we look at the same Moon
I wish I had met the man who had left too soon